They stare at her, observing her in every aspect through the one way glass. The way she paced the room. The way her coppery red hair swooshed in its ponytail with her every step. How, every few seconds, she would pat down her white blouse and straighten her dark cotton skirt. How her tiny fingers yank at her plain, lace, knee high socks

"Is that her?" Morgan asks with a pen protruding from the side of his mouth. His boss leans against the wall next to him, staring at the young woman. After a moment without an answer, Morgan pokes his boss with the pen. "Hotch?"

"Yeah. I know I hire anonymously, but I never thought she would be so-" Hotchner mutters.

"Hot." Reid says, cutting Hotchner off.

"Young." Hotchner corrects incredulously, a small scowl crossing his forehead.

Reid stutters "Yea, young. That's what I meant." Reid blushes and runs his hand through his hair.

"Anyway..." Morgan, his pen dripping ink onto his dark lips says, stretching the word out. "I'm going to go in and meet her."

"Morgan!" Hotchner snaps. "We're waiting for the rest of the team." Morgan chuckles.

"Maybe you guys are, but I'm sure as hell not." Morgan tells Hotchner and Reid before entering the room the young woman was standing in.

Morgan says nothing to the young woman. He just continues to stare like he did on the other side of the one way glass. From this angle, Morgan can see much more than he could on th other side, like beads of sweat rolling down the back of the woman's neck. She pulls up her thigh high white socks every few seconds. Morgan could tell from all his years as a behavior analyst for the FBI, that the pulling at her socks was her nervous tick.

The young woman observes him. He was muscular with dark skin and short hair. Every second he kept staring at her, she felt her blood boil with more intensity. Most women her age would find him hot, but he just annoyed her. At the same time he intimidated her. She rubs her converse wedges against the tile floor and pushes her glasses up her sharp nose. She shuffles the raspberry colored jacket that she held around her arms.

The young woman opens her mouth to say something, but closes it. She opens it again, just in time for the door to open.

Hotchner smiles at the young woman, trying to be warm and trying not to scare her away, like he has done to former employees in the past.

"Hello. Nice to meet you agent." Hotchner greets the young woman with a handshake.

"It's doctor, sir. I worked very hard to earn that title, so I'd appreciate it if you'd use it." The woman says.

"My apologies. I am Agent Aaron Hotchner." The young woman shakes his hand and gives him a slight curtsy. She stares at him, taking in his slicked back, jet black hair and his muscular figure hidden by a suit. "This is your new team." Hotchner tells her. "SSA Derek Morgan," He says pointing to the man from before. "SSA Elle Greenaway," Hotchner continues, gesturing to a petite young woman with long dark hair. "SSA Jason Gideon," pointing to a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair before moving on to a beautiful young blonde, whose hair fell just under her shoulders. "our communication liaison- SSA Jennifer Jareau, and-" Hotchner is cut off by a young man who had already caught the woman's eye.

"I'm Dr. Spencer Reid." He says, taking her hand.

"Nice to meet you Dr. Reid." She says as she shakes his slightly sweaty hand. His hair was light brown and longer than most men kept it. He was thin, borderline scrawny thin and he had to be at least six feet high. A white dress shirt is tucked neatly under a baggy knitted sweater. The woman found him...appealing.

"I'm Dr. Audrey Walters," The young woman tells her new teammates . "It's nice finally meeting you all." Her voice is strong, but all the people in the room can tell that her wall of fake confidence is close to breaking. Audrey tries to shake the nerves, but Morgan staring at her did not help. "What's your problem?" Audrey asks Morgan, with a bitter tone.

"How old are you?" Morgan asks smirks, seizing the opportunity.

"Derek, don't you know that it is rude to ask a woman how old she is?" Audrey questions in a teasing voice. She laughs before confessing to her age. "I'm 22, but in a few days I'll be 23." Gideon chuckled.

"And you already have a doctorate and you've been through the academy? You didn't waste any time."

"I actually have two." Audrey corrects him. "And I'm working on my third BAS degree."

"That reminds me of someone." Gideon gestures at Spencer Reid, who looks at his shoes.

"Eidetic memory." Reid says, not looking up from his shoes. A smile spreads across Audrey's face.

"Photographic memory." She tells him. Reid looks at Audrey, shocked. "Really?" He asks. Audrey nods earnestly. "IQ?" She asks.

"187." He says. Audrey curses.

"179." She says, annoyed. Hotchner cuts off Audrey. "

Okay, it was nice meeting you, but we have to get back to work." Hotchner turned to Jennifer and Elle. "Could you show her around, Elle? And Jennifer, we need the next case presentation by noon." Hotchner leaves the room, followed by Morgan, Gideon, and Spencer. Right before he steps out of the doorway, Spencer turns back to Audrey and yells

"See you at noon." before Morgan drags him away, chuckling.

"Hey Audrey," Jennifer says before leaving, just as the guys did. "Call me JJ, okay. Jennifer if you really want to." Audrey nods then turns to Elle.

"Ready Audrey?" Elle asks and Audrey nods again. "How do you feel about a crash course for the BAU?" Elle pauses a second then continues. "My name is Elle Greenaway. Please call me Elle, as long as we're in a casual setting. Agent Greenaway when we're on a case." Audrey nods, writing down everything that's said in a note pad."This is the BAU. The Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. The people you saw in the other room. Those are your teammates. JJ-she is our communication liaison. She takes care of the press as well as chooses our cases. Hotchner, just call him Hotch. He's our boss. He may seem a little stiff, but when he unwinds he's pretty fun. Jason Gideon is another serious, stiff agent, but he's been through a lot, so cut him some slack. Penelope is our technical liaison. She may be a little odd, but she's more helpful than you could imagine. Then there's Derek Morgan. He's really nice and even pretty funny, you just have to get used to his humor." Audrey remembers the young man from earlier.

"What about Dr. Reid?" Audrey asks Elle, ignoring the pitter patter of her heart.

"Reid?" Elle asks, amused. "He's socially awkward, to say the least. He tends to recite things like he's a dictionary. Spencer can be annoying at times, but he's one of us." Elle checks her watch. "Crap. We have half an hour until the meeting. I'll show you your desk, then finish the tour after the meeting." Elle drags Audrey after her, running. Audrey takes mental notes on every exit, every door, every desk, on the way to her desk. When Elle finally stops, both of them are heaving. Elle checks her wrist again. "Up two floors and across half the building in three minutes. New record." Elle pauses to take something out of her pocket. "Crap!" She yells. "I left my phone on the other floor." Elle looks around, worried. "Reid!" She yells once she notices him. "Can you show her to her desk?" Elle asks before running off, never giving him anytime to answer.

"Dr. Reid." Audrey says, after he walks over to her. "Nice to see you again." She smiles at him.

"You don't have to call me Dr. Reid. Spencer works." He tells her.

"Everyone else calls you Reid." She had observed that earlier, but never thought anything of it until now.

"Then you can call me Reid. Or Spencer. And if you really want, you can call me Dr. Reid. I just thought it would be nice for you to have a-" He pauses, unsure of what word to use next.

"A friend. And who calls their friend Dr." Audrey smiles. "Okay, if you want me to call you Spencer, I will."

Spencer smiles, before noticing the small distance between them. He backs away abruptly.

"Okay, I'm supposed to show you your desk right?" He shows her to a plain wooden desk, that only had a small plaque with her name on it that rest on the desk. "This is it." Spencer tells her. "You're not supposed to decorate it, but Hotch will ignore that rule if it's only a few small things." Audrey thanks him and gives him a slight curtsy.

Spencer leaves her cubicle and rounds a corner. She slides into her seat and tries to look through the glass separating her desk from the others near by. She notices that the person whose desk was next to hers had stacks and stacks of documents. Audrey manages to find the plaque on the other desk, but can't make out the hears a chair roll into the desk and is shocked to find that Spencer Reid is in the desk next to her.

"Neighbor?" She asks, just to make sure. Spencer nods before checking his watch.

"We should go." Spencer told her. "I can show you the way." The two walked side by side in the hallway, both hiding their emotions. Even though they only just met, something was growing between them.

"Spencer!" Morgan yelled from the conference room. Morgan was gesturing for Audrey and Spencer to hurry up. The two run into the room.

"You're late." Hotchner scolds the two. He glares at them for a second then gives the two a small smile. "Joking. C'mon, you're right on time." The room was sparsely furnished with only a screen, a table, and a dozen chairs pulled up to the table. JJ stood up by the screen and Hotchner at the back of the room. The rest of the team was seated around the table. Spencer took a seat and motioned for Audrey to take the one next to him.

"We need to hurry." JJ warned. "Rochester. One of the cities in western New York. Robberies. A homicide now and then."

"I wouldn't call it now and then, there's an average of fifty to sixty homicides a year in Rochester," Spencer says, cutting JJ off.

"But in the last week there has been a mass murder," JJ continues, ignoring Spencer's comment. "every other day and-" Audrey cuts JJ off with an enthusiastic "Sweet!" Everyone turns to her. She turns bright red.

"When I was a little kid, I used to read book after book on mass murders. I think it's kind of cool that my first case is something I vaguely know." She says, trying to defend herself.

"Anyway," JJ says, drawing out the word just as Morgan had done earlier. "I'll give you the rest of the info on the jet. See you in two hours."

Everyone filters out of the room. "Agent Hotchner!" Audrey shouts, trying to catch up to him. "What does JJ mean by jet?" She asks once she catches up.

"I forgot you're new. Okay, first, you may call me Hotch if you wish. Hotchner is a little too long. Secondly, we're getting on a jet in two hours so we can fly to Rochester. How else would we get there?"

"I'm sorry, Hotch." Audrey says trying the name out. "Also, what do I pack, and where is the jet?" She asks. Out of nowhere Spencer speaks up.

"Clothing." He offers. In his arms are some of the documents from his desk. "And the jet is in the airport." Audrey pulls up her socks. Her nervous tick.

"And the airport is where?" She asks. "I'm sorry, I lived in California all my life. I literally moved here yesterday. I've only seen my apartment, the bus station, and here." Hotchner laughs.

"You don't even have a car?" Spencer asks, mildly concerned. Audrey shakes her head.

"I don't have enough to get one. I mean I will in a few months because this job pays a shit ton of money compared to the minimum wage paychecks I've gotten so far, but right now all my money is going towards rent."

Reid gives Audrey a devilish smile. He grabs her hand and starts to pull her out of the room and down two flights of stairs. The two walk out of the door, Audrey asking the entire time, where they were going. When they get outside, Audrey forcefully rips her hand out of Spencer's.

"Where are you trying to take me?" She asks.

"What's your address?" Spencer asks her. She gives him a confused look. "Audrey, that is my car." He says pointing to an old red convertible. "So you could tell me your address and we can go get your stuff, or you could take the bus. It's up to you."Audrey looks down.

"I freaking hate the bus." She says. He smiles, not knowing why he was so happy that he could spend a few minutes with her. He opens the passenger side seat for her. "Thanks," She whispers, embarrassed. He gets in the driver's side and starts to pull out of the parking lot. He studies her as he drives to the address she gave him. "Why are you being so nice?" Audrey asks him.

"Why are you so nervous?" He asks her.

"I asked you first." She says plainly. Spencer pauses.

"I am not being nice, necessarily. In some cultures this is most likely expected." He tells her. "I am just being friendly." She pulls up her socks, just as she did before. "Why are you so nervous?" He asks again.

"Why do you think I'm nervous?" Audrey asks, as Spencer takes another turn. Spencer chuckles.

"A tic is an involuntary movement or sound which is usually sudden, brief, and repetitive. Tics are usually associated with nerves or stress. From what I've gathered, you had a tic as a child, but tried to cover it up. You put all the energy and tried to put it into another tic that would gather less attention. Like pulling up your socks."Audrey curses.

"Damn, you got me." Spencer smiles.

"No one is able to have secrets when you're surrounded by profilers." He tells her, parking near a building. He looks up, his back to Audrey. "Is this where you live?" He asks. She nods before exiting the car. He follows, observing the three story building.

"You're coming with me?" She asks. Spencer nods.

"We can go to my place next. It won't take long for me to pack. I mean if you don't want me to go up, I won't." Audrey shakes her head.

"It's not much, but you can come up."

The two walk into the front door and up two flights of stairs. The last of the staircase was blocked off by a locked door. Audrey pulls a key out of her pocket and unlocks the door before opening it. She leads him down a hallway before opening another door.

"Welcome to my home," She says, gesturing to her cardboard box filled apartment. The walls were a robin's egg blue. Boxes were everywhere and her apartment lacked any furniture, except for the disassembled furniture in runs frantically around, trying to gather what she needed. She stops in her tracks.

"How long do I pack for?" She asks. "Pack for a week." He tells her. "And bring all your stuff for work and something to do. We usually have some extra time on the plane ride back."

She abides, shoving clothing in her bag. She curses as she goes through box after box, trying to find an article of clothing.

"I should've labeled these." She says wistfully. She stretches up trying to see what was in a box that was above her head.

"Let me," Spencer tells him, pulling it off the pile and looking inside. His cheeks burn red.

"Give me my bras!" She yells, snatching the box out of his hands.

"So. Much. Lace." Spencer says the shock clear on his face. Audrey grabs a few out of the box and shoves them in her suitcase before resealing the box and putting it back where it was. She grabs her two suitcases and her messenger bag before leaving the room.

"Get your ass over here, Spencer." She yells at Spencer, who is still standing where he was when he discovered her undergarments.

The two walk back to Spencer's car. He pops the trunk and places her bags in it. Soon the two are on the road again.

"Thank you." Audrey whispers.

"What?" Spencer asks.

"I SAID THANK YOU." She yells.

"Ow!" Spencer exclaimed, holding his ear closer to Audrey. "I meant what as in, what are you thankful for."Audrey glares at him.

"You've been so nice." She tells him. "You don't even know me and you've just…" She pauses, not knowing what to say. "It's just that I feel like I can trust you, even though we just met." She stops realizing what she did. "I mean I just got in your car. You could've abducted me."Spencer looks at her unnerved.

"Do I really look like someone who would abduct you?" He asks. She laughs.

"No, I guess you don't." Spencer keeps going along the familiar route to his home.

"I haven't really been able to look around yet." She mentioned. "Quantico is a lot nicer than I thought." He smiles at her.

"Maybe when we get back, I'll show you around." Spence offers.

"You don't have to." Audrey tells him. "You've already done more than enough." He leaves a small pause in their conversation before saying.

"I actually enjoy it."Spencer pulls into a driveway. "C'mon Audrey." He instructs her.

"This is where you live?" She asks. He nods as he starts to walk up to the front door.

"I rent the middle floor." he tells her as he continues to walk up the walkway."You coming?" He asks. She swings her body over the door and lands on her feet with a thud. Audrey runs over to him. He stares at her.

"You know there's a door, right?" He asks. She nods and starts to walk in front of him. "Do you know what doors are used for?" He asks. She nods once again, almost to the front entrance. "That had to hurt, considering you're wearing heels." Audrey lets out a soft giggle.

"They're wedges, idiot." Spencer looks at her, astonished.

"Actually, I am qualified as a genius with my IQ being-" She cuts him off.

"187, you already told me."Spencer guides her around the house and up a flight of stairs. They step into the sparsely decorated hallway. He shows her to a door which he opens.

His apartment was the opposite of Audrey's. His apartment was well lived in. Books of all different types crowd the shelves and tables. Documents crowded every other available space. The walls were painted a mossy green. Her shoes clanked against the hardwood floor.

He opened a door and walked into what had to be his walls were a light gray. There was a wall covered in bookshelves. Books on crimes of all different sorts pour out of it. His bed was made with green sheets and his dresser was on the opposite wall.

"It's so…" Audrey pauses, trying to find the right word. "I don't even know." Two suitcases sit in the corner, prepacked. He grabs them and looks around for something. Placing a few things in another smaller looks around the room. She opens a drawer, turns bright red, then slams it shut.

"Now we're even." She squeaks.

"That is my-"

"Yup" she answers before sprinting out of the room. Spencer grabs his bags and goes after her. He finds her slumped on his couch.

"We should stop looking through each other's stuff." He suggests. She nods. They sit there silent for a minute. "Silence can be an attempt to get out of an awkward situation. At the same time it can cause awkward situations, like in this case." Spencer tells her. She waits a second before speaking.

"What time is it?" She asks. Spencer checks his watch.

"Time to start heading to the airport. The airport is 14.2 miles from here and it takes approximately 15 minutes to get through customs and to our gate, which means we'll be a little early, but we should go."

Spencer get's up and Audrey follows. The two walk back into the sparsely furnished hallway and Spencer locks the door behind them. She follows him to the stairs and back to where his car is parked. While Spencer puts his bags in the trunk, Audrey jumps the door again.

"Seriously! Do you know what doors are for?!" He asks before getting in the car himself.

"Car doors bother me." She tells him with a laugh.

"You're...insane." He tells her.

"I'm not insane. I was tested." He chuckles before leaving driveway. He drives down the road.

For some reason, Audrey feels the need to take two objects out of the jacket she held in her lap. She rubs her hand around a pistol. Spencer flinches when he sees it.

"Oh god. Warn me before you pull a gun out!" Spencer yells, obviously scared. Audrey places it along with her badge back in her jacket.

"Sorry." She apologizes, before leaving another silent catches Audrey's eye. "What is that?" She asks, pointing to a pastel building.

"A bakery, I think." Spencer answers. She laughs a cackle like laugh, before she places her hands and hoists her body up on the car door.

"Be right back." She says before she jumps off the door, not waiting for the car to stop.

"Audrey!" Spencer yells, watching her feet hit the ground and her running into the pastel building.

"Audrey!" Spencer yells, once he parked the car and entered the building. "Audrey!" He yells again. Spencer hears a young woman's laugh.

"Calm yourself." Audrey says, standing right behind him with a paper bag. "Ready?" She asks, starting to walk out the door.

"YOU JUMPED OUT OF MY CAR!" He yells at her.

"You weren't going that fast. I mean what was it. 15 miles per hour?" She says, defending herself.

"20." He corrects her.

"See. Not that fast." Spencer groans.

"Get in the car." Audrey does as Spencer said with a laugh. "And use the damn door!" He yells after her.

"Fine." She says, unhappily. Spencer trudges back to the car relieved that she didn't hurt herself.

"Do you mind if I eat?" She asks once they're back on the road. Spencer shakes his head before she tears open the bag. She pulls out a brightly frosted cupcake.

"You jumped out of a car for a cupcake?" He asks her.

"I'd jump out of a plane for a cupcake." She tells him, no hint of sarcasm in her voice. She breaks it in half and offers it to him.

"A cupcake is just a pile of sugar and carbohydrates." He tells her, confused why she enjoys the miniature cake so much. Audrey draws her finger through the frosting.

"You're silly." She laughs, poking him in the nose with a frosting covered finger.

"Careful." He tells her. "You'll get frosting on me."Audrey can't help the small laugh that escapes her lips.

"What?" Spencer asks confused.

"Nothing." She retorts, hiding the fact that he has neon blue frosting on the tip of his nose. Audrey stares at the passing cars, silent. Spencer follows the bends and turns, making his way to the airport.

"Have you been on a private jet before?" he asks her. Audrey shakes her head, finishing off the cupcake.

"I've never even flown." she confesses.

"Really?" Spencer asks amused, as he pulled into the airport parking lot.

He pulls into valet parking and tosses a young man his keys, who gives him a ticket in return. Spencer and Audrey grab their bags out of the truck. As Audrey and Spencer walk into the airport, she vaguely hears the valet boy chuckle and tell his friend about a "scrawny boy" and "blue frosting".Spencer walks Audrey around the airport to the customs stand.

"FBI" Spencer tells the customs agent, holding out his badge. Audrey stands next to him, unmoving. Spencer nudges her.

"Agent Walters?" Spencer asks, waiting for her to show her badge. "Dr. Walters?" He tries again, using a name he thought she would answer to. "AUDREY!" He yells.

"Oh, yea. I am so not used to this." She says, holding out her badge. "Sorry. I've been an agent for about three hours and I've never been able to get used to doctor." She tells the customs agent.

"I didn't need to know all that." The agent tells her. She blushes before sprinting away. Spencer calls after her, trying to get her to stop.

"Audrey, do you even know where you're going?" He asks, stopping her in her tracks.

"Nope." Spencer sprints for a second, catching up to Audrey. She glares at him.

"Let me guess, you memorized every nook and cranny of this place." She scoffs.

"Eidetic memory." He told her. "I memorize what I read." he explains.

"I know, I know. Not what you see." Spencer stares at her for a minute.

"What did I do?" He asks, confused. She pauses.

"You're so composed, almost robotic. I'm-well I'm a failure, a clutz. I just failed to respond to my own name." She says, fidgeting. She pulls at her socks.

"Audrey, you're just not used to it yet. It'll get better. I mean I have been in the BAU for two years and I still can't shoot a gun with any accuracy." Spencer confesses to her.

"Really?" She asks. He laughs before grabbing his hand. "C'mon Spence, We really need to go. I'd rather not be fired on my first day of work." The two set off running towards their gate.

"Reid! Walters!" Hotch screams for their gate. "Time to go!" He yells as Spencer and Audrey dart into the plane, followed by Hotchner. Audrey follows Spencer's lead in leaving the bags by the door and walking onto a small room. Morgan, Elle, and JJ greet them.

"Spencer?" Elle asks, looking at his nose. Audrey curses quietly. "There's something on your nose." JJ tells Spencer. He wipes at his nose, his hand coming away blue.

"Audrey!" He shouts. "You got frosting on my nose? Are you kidding me?" Audrey laughs, hysterically.

"Nope!"

"What ever, Miss. Lacy Bras!" Spencer retorts.

"You're really bringing that up?" She snaps.

"Of course, Little Miss. Lacy-" Audrey cuts him off.

"Shut up Brief Boy."Everyone on the plane laughs, despite how confused they are.

"Why are you talking about undergarments?" Hotchner asks the two. Audrey pauses, bright red.

"How do we explain that?" Spencer questions. Morgan chuckles.

"Wow, encyclo-reid-ia doesn't know something."Audrey rests her head in her hand, annoyed.

"Let's drop it." she says simply. Spencer and Hotchner take a seat, while Audrey stands awkwardly in a corner, unknowing what she should do. She seems to zone out, absentmindedly pulling at her socks.

"Audrey?" Hotchner asks. "Audrey!" Hotchner yells, snapping her back. "Profile time, take a seat." Audrey rushes to a seat while apologizing again and moves to a small screen that dangles from the ceiling of the plane.

"As I said before, mass murders. Every other day for the last week. 25 people per spree and three sprees so far. All in public places. All have no similarity between the victims" JJ explains.

"Any survivors?" Elle asks.

"9 from the first, 7 from the second and one from the third." Spencer keeps his eye on Audrey, noticing that she's pulling at her socks even more often than she previously was.

"He seems very intent on only killing 25 people per spree." Audrey tells the group. "How did they die?"

"Gunshots to the chest, head, and groin areas." JJ informs them. Audrey pales, yanking at her socks and tearing it in half. Audrey curses, trying frantically to make the sock look less horrendous.

"Audrey?" JJ asks, concerned. She looks up, shakey.

"I think I know who our unsub is." Audrey takes off her shoes and starts to unroll her socks. "The Cali Valley Killer." She says, her voice cracking. "15 years ago, this killer went off the map. He killed 250 people, all in sets of 25, every other day. All murders took place in public areas and all the victims had nothing in common. If there was more than 25 people in the place he was attacking, he let them go-excluding one girl who he abducted. And to top it off, each victim was killed by a gunshot to the chest, head, and groin." She rambles.

"How do you know all that?" Gideon asks her.

"You were a little kid when that happened." She frowns, pulling her shoes back on.

"I read a lot." She says, but everyone could tell by the tone of her voice that she was lying.

"You think it could be him?" Morgan asks.

"JJ was there a signature?" She nods.

"A piece of string ties to the victim's pinky finger." Audrey and JJ say in unison.

"It's him." Audrey snarls, getting out of her seat and walking to where she set her luggage, grabbing a new pair of socks from the top pocket. She goes back to her seat before taking her shoes off and rolling the new pair of socks on. "No doubt." She continues, ignoring the weird looks she's getting from her new co-workers.

"Why are you so sure?" Morgan asks.

"I would recognize this case anywhere." She says bitterly.

"Fifteen years is a long cooling off period, especially for a mass murderer. Maybe it's a copycat." Elle offers.

"Only the police and the Cali Valley Killer knew about the knot on the finger, so it can't be." Audrey retorts.

"Maybe it's his kid." JJ suggests.

"No kid, no wife." Audrey remarks.

"Maybe it has nothing to do with a killer from 15 years ago!" Morgan glares at Audrey with red hot anger burning in his veins.

"You join the team and all of the sudden, you think you're such a big shot and can solve the crime with only a few bits of information." He shouts. Audrey pushes back a strand of hair that fell out of her ponytail.

"I swear I'm usually not like this." She murmurs. "But if I know one case, one killer-it's the Cali Valley Killer. And this," Audrey points to the dead bodies on the screen. "Is him." She stops, looking down and pulling at her socks.

"I agree with Audrey. It looks so much like the Cali Valley Killer, it can't be a coincidence. That gives us a preliminary for the police." Hotchner tells the group. "And Morgan, if you're so intent that this isn't the Cali Valley Killer and a completely different unsub, you can explore other options along with anyone else who agrees with you." Hotch continues. "So now you can enjoy your plane ride."

Audrey goes back to her bag, pulling out a thick spiral notebook and a few pencils. She sits back down-silent-and starts to write. Everyone stares at her as she scribbles on the paper with a force associated with anger. Soon the page is full and she flips it, filling another, and another, and another with large bubbly writing.

She starts to fill the notebook with amazing speed. Halfway through, she stops. She holds her pencil at a different angle and starts to draw lines across the page. An image of a man shrouded by a mask slowly starts to appear.

"The Cali Valley Killer-" Spencer trails off, looking over her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Audrey asks flatly.

"Half a notebook and an extremely detailed drawing in 17 minutes. Either you did a ton of research, or you actually knew the guy." Spencer notes. She pushes forward the notebook, then pulls at her socks.

"I still have pages of information left to put in there-maybe enough to fill it-but that's what i've written so far." Spencer picks up the notebook, looks through it before handing it off to Hotch, astonished.

"So detailed." He comments. "And all of this is off the top of your head?"

"Photographic memory." She says, quietly.

"What happened to the girl he abducted?" Elle asks. For some reason this struck a nerve with Audrey.

"After six months he let her go." They all look astonished.

"A mass murderer let someone go?" Audrey nods.

"What did she say to the police?" Hotchner asks.

"He once was here, now he is gone. I can finally breathe, it's been way too long." Audrey recites.

"What is that?" Morgan asks.

"Her statement." Spencer explains. "She is known as the miracle victim. She watched as her entire family was killed, and spent six months with their killer before she was dumped on the side of the road. She spent another six months in and out of interrogation rooms. When asked any questions she would recite that."

"It was her way of out of reliving the incident." Audrey puts in. Penelope speaks up from a phone in Hotch's hand.

"That is a weird way of relieving her pain, but it worked. At least for a while. A few years later she was pulled out of an abusive foster home. After that event she recited another one of her rhymes, that's it. She ran away from another foster home at fourteen, lived on the street. By the time she was 16, her entire record was deleted. All there is, is one charge for arson."

"Arson?" Spencer asks. Penelope's laugh is gritty through the phone.

"Yea, she burned her records." Spencer seems amused at this.

"That's new." Audrey nods, pushes a few strands of hair that freed themselves from her ponytail, out of her face.

"After that," Penelope continues. "She disappeared. My sources say she tried to kill herself, but a body was never found and it has been six years, so she may still be alive."

"If she's alive, we need to find her. Audrey, when we get there you should check it out." Audrey yanks on her sock, managing not to rip it this time.

"Yes, Sir." She mutters.

"Do you have a problem, Audrey?" Hotchner asks. Morgan smirks in the corner where he sits.

"What, did you know the victim?" Morgan questioned in an almost teasing voice.

"Yea, I guess you could say that."